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I opened my mouth, relaxed my jaw, and sank my mouth all the way down his shaft.
“Damn, Trouble …” he roared, throwing his head back as I started to move at the base of him. Keeping most all of him in my mouth while rocking up and down.
A fresh need pulsed between my thighs, wanting him inside of me, making me scream his name, but this wasn’t something I could stop easily.
I liked this.
Jace, whoever he was, might normally be in control, but right now, I had all the power, moving up and down on his length. I could make him come. I could leave him hanging. I could do anything I wanted, and that made me wetter than hell.
I sucked and licked and moved, taking him into the back of my throat.
The sounds he made—raw, unfiltered groans that echoed through the room—stirred something unexpected inside me. This wasn’t just about control anymore. Something shifted as I watched his chest rise and fall with each labored breath, as I felt his thighs tense beneath my fingers. For the first time in my life, I wanted to please a man. And I genuinely wanted to see him come undone.
My whole life, sex had always been transactional. A means to an end, a way to scratch an itch without letting anyone too close. Even with that one boyfriend I’d experimented having. But with Jace blindfolded and vulnerable before me, I found myself caring about his pleasure in a way that terrified and thrilled me simultaneously.
I wanted to be the reason Jace trembled. I wanted to be the one he remembered when all this was over. The thought made my movements more deliberate, more passionate. This wasn’t just sex anymore; it was … connection.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you need to stop,” he warned.
Hmmm. This wasn’t my original intention, but a new idea took shape.
I took him all the way inside. His lips curled, his teeth clenched, and the veins in his neck throbbed as I sucked and moved, until finally, he started trembling.
“Scarlett!” he roared.
I could feel his release in the warmth of my throat, the trembling of his body, and I could hear it in the shudder of his breaths. I rode each tremble until it was over, licking up and down his shaft until every last drop was gone.
“Damn,” Jace sighed, running a hand through his hair. “That was incredible.”
“Lie on the table.”
Jace felt the furniture. “It’s made of glass. If we lie on it, it might break.”
True. The safe, reliable, predictable thing to do was to avoidsomething that could literally kill us if it broke.
This was when I knew I’d gone slightly off the deep end. Willingly. Thrillingly.
“Lie down,” I repeated.
Jace hesitated for only a moment, then did as he was told. He was tall, but thankfully, the table was long. Hopefully, that gave it more stability, but still. When I climbed onto it after discarding my undergarments, I watched for any hint that it might fail and we’d free-fall into shards of vein-slicing glass.
Straddling him, I looked down at the masterful body beneath me. Muscles chiseled from granite, tattoos wrapped around the skin like a pulsing work of art, and that jaw—holy hell, that jaw—that, suddenly, I wanted to feel beneath me.
I inched up, reveling in the smile Jace gave when he must’ve sensed what I was doing.
Positioning my knees on either side of his head, I lowered my sex to his mouth.
“Lick me,” I demanded.
Groaning, Jace flattened his tongue and drew a long, slow glide up my glistening folds. Look at him. Wearing a tie as a blindfold and pleasuring me as I watched him. I didn’t have to feel self-conscious of anything: not the look on my face or whether my stomach creased in an unflattering way. All I had to focus on was his masterful mouth devouring me.
He swirled his tongue around my sensitive bud and lifted his head off the table slightly so he could suck it.
“Oh …” I moaned, cradling the back of his head, pressing his mouth harder against me.
While he licked, I ground on his face up and down, back and forth, circling his mouth. Not that he needed the help. Jace literally worked my body blind, but he hit all the right spots, inciting a fresh orgasm that began to build in my lower stomach.
“I like sitting on your mouth,” I whispered. “But in a minute, I’m going to ride you until you scream my name.”
